Incinerate Benny and the diamond heads, then sit next, leaning against the goo'ed Hell creature and tell it about the bartender at the titty bar and her bowtie and how Jon will probably die at her hands or something, while eating the Chewy bar.
One betting pool for team deaths, buy in is 10 OmniFunds
One betting pool for type of disaster/ mission. buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
One betting pool for scale of disaster, by order of magnitude. Buy in is 5 Omnifunds.
Current bets: Pathos: 10 on 4 team deaths
CLASS: Sanitation Engineer
Name: Jonathan "Jon" I. Tor
Physical Description:A bit overweight, sallow complexion, surly expression. Thick black eyebrows. Mole under left ear.
Background: Born and raised poor. Stuck in a dead end job for who knows how long. But hey, at least he carries a thermonuclear incinerator on his back!
Life: d4
Unarmed Life: d2
Attack: d2 for punches
Stats
d8 Strength
d4 Dexterity
d4 Speed
d6 Endurance
d6 Will
d4 Knowledge
d12 Fate
Skills
d4 Melee
d4 Guns
d4 Explosives
d6 Implants
d4 Mechanics
d4 Technology
d4 Medical
d4 Occult
d4 Speech
Status: (nominal)
Inventory
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
Disposable space suit
Grapple hook
Hypodermic Spear + (6?) ammo (mystery goo-greenish liquid in vials)
Snacks:
"Chewy" bar
OMNI-Munch bar
OMNIGUM
Valuable:
Gold ring
Silver Necklace
OMNI currency card
Curiosity:
Stress ball
Small bag of what look like mouse bones
business card for "OMNI-FLESH Bar" (hole in the wall illicit titty bar)
Blackmail:
Nothing.
Money: 148 (+5 from Pathos.)
Jon wanders in, ignores the tense situation entirely as always, and begins nonchalantly incinerating corpses. He does the diamond heads first just to be sure and then tosses Benny in. While Benny slowly vanishes into the incinerator Jon goes over to try and sit next to the pinned monster. The monster is, though pinned, still flailing about wildly. [3] Jon easily navigates the flails until he finds a place to sit that is apparently outside the creature's range. He sits and eats his Chewy bar while talking at length about the bartender and their doomed liaison.
Name: Steve
Physical Description: Generic caucasian male
Background: Steve passed his university exams, Steve just grabbed the first job that came his way.
Class: Combat Medic.
Life: d4 (Reactive Skin)
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d2
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d10
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Healthy
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x2 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 2 (DO NOT DOUBLE DOSE)
2 Omni-eye: 50 Omni (A cheap camera designed to wirelessly connect to any universal communicator or Personal Computing Cube.)
Money: 0 omni.
Personal Computing Cube.
Map of Laboratories.
remote control
schematics for the MR. HANDY.
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) X3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Handcuffs
Universal Communicator
red keycard
2 blue keycards
green keycard
2 wedding rings
3 calculator watches
FoF transponder
several packs of gum
several packs of cigarettes
pocket sized volume of Garfield cartoons
business card for "The Blue Smoke Lounge"
another Universal Communicator
Check if I was far enough from the EMP explosion to save my stuff or if it broke too.
Steve's electronics are thankfully intact. And functional.
"Ow, my eyes."
Blake takes another shot at the pinned monster, at point blank range, and hopes that the rule of three lets him actually hit it this time. then, he points his gun the back door while the techy+reclaimy people seal it.
Physical Description:a normal looking guy with short black hair. 5 foot 5, has no muscles.
Background: need money. No skills. Omnitech good.
Life: d6 Omnitech riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic security rifle
Stats:
strength:d4
Dexterity:d4
Speed:d6
Endurance:d8
Will:d4
Knowledge:d4
Fate:d6
Skills:
Melee:d6
Guns:d8
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Status: blake's alright.
Inventory:
Omnilight
Omnitech Riot suit
Omnitech Generic security rifle
3 magazines of generic ammo
Omnitech security baton
Omnitech electrical behavior modification chip
Omnicuffs
Money: 0
Blake, apparently a bit indecisive, runs out of lab three and back to the pinned monster.
[6]
This time he manages to hit it and finally put an end to this wiggly terror.
"Is there supposed to be someone here to tell me what to do or do I have to find it myself?"
Wander around the facility looking for whatever my mission is supposed to be.
Name: Jimmy Johnson
Physical Description: A short and balding man with mustache.
Background: Got tired of being homeless he decided to get a job.
Class: Security
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Security Rifle, mag d6/ d4 Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: Pistols, d6
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4 melee attack)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Jimmy Johnson, everyone's favorite cub reporter...or amateur porn star? With a name like that it could be either. Well, he wanders in.
Check the pinned monster, and if it's plausible to kill using .45 FMJ shove my sidearm into its most vulnerable spot and pull the trigger until it's rendered inert.
Name: "Clem"
Physical Description: Extremely scarred and mutilated, with numerous life-support implants jutting out of its flesh at strange angles. It's entire lower body has been replaced with new machinery, which is oddly orderly compared to the mess of flesh and metal making up its upper body. Most of its head is replaced by what appears to be a generic gas mask combined with random technological scraps. Does not speak.
Background: "Clem" is apparently what remains of an employee after extensive trauma and extranatural influence. Details are classified. It seems to want to keep working for omnitech, so its contract has been renewed.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d8
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d12
Speech: d4
Status: Perfectly "Intact"
Inventory:
OMNITECH® Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack)
OMNITECH® Generic™ Sidearm Magazines x3 (d4 use die)
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x4
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod CONTAINING inert H.E.L.L. orb remnants
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
Bionic Eyes
FoF Thingie
Money: -500
Clem walks back out and finds the pinned monster annoyingly dead. Jon, who is sitting against it, waves to Clem.
Hold Position for time being, keeping an eye on the diamond heads and the backdoor.
Name: Jack Hansan
Physical Description: Tall, rather thin looking man with black hair and brown eyes.
Background: His father was a security guard as was his father's father, so it was tradition by now to be one too. Of course, Jack would come to regret this path as soon as he arrived. Though, he does seem to know more than he is sometimes letting on...
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle, d4 OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d6
Speech: d6
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 2 magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Artificial Right Arm
A small ceramic bobblehead statue of a pug
FoF Marker
Money: 0
Name: Jengo Prism
Physical Description: A toned, athletic looking dude. Neanderthal features.
Background: Chronic odd-job seeker. Wandered the system looking for cool stuff to do. Being a security guard at a science lab seems kinda cool. Likes money. Disregards danger often. Directionally challenged.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle (d6 use die), d4 OMNITECH Generic Security Baton
Stats:
Strength: d6
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Recently treated self inflicted gunshot, just accidentally electrocuted. Twisted ankle now.
Inventory: OMNITECH Riot Suit, OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle, OMNITECH Generic Security Baton, OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant, OMNITECH Omni-light, HAND CUFFS BRAND SPANKIN NEW HAND CUFFS WOOOOOOOO BABY SECURITY STAFF ROCKS, Generic Security Rifle Magazine x2
Money: 0
OK fixed I think
Hold position in case there's more.
Jack and Jengo, united under a common kinship of having rhyming "J" names, hang back and clover their back doors, so to speak. Jon comes in and removes the the diamond heads and leaves them with basically nothing to do.
"Oh, hey, you're still alive. Good job. Hmm. I think that's three deaths, no? Oh well. Close enough. Still, if exactly one of you could die before this incident is over, you'd really be doing me a solid."
See if I can use the consoles here to activate the portal in the room with the monster. Try to use it to send the monster in there somewhere that's not here. Preferably to Venus labs. Because hey, if they dealt with the Anime Ape, I'm sure they can deal with this.
If that can't be done, then try to at least find a camera feed so I can see what's going on in there.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: Scrawny. Has trouble changing his expression to anything that isn't concentration, boredom or smug superiority.
Background: Delusions of grandeur. Took this job as a way to rapidly advance the ranks and see cool things. And because it would give him plenty of opportunities to set things on fire without his superiors being close enough to yell at him.
Class: Emergency Technician
Life: d2: Disposable Spacesuit, no helmet
Attack: d4 ranged: Generic Personal Sidearm. x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d6
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Bored
Inventory:
Disposable Spacesuit (no helmet)
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation/unlocking of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Universal Communicator running FoF program
6 OMNITECH brand Chocolate snack bars "ENJOYABLE WINTER SEASON" edition
Strange worm thing
Murder-Hate Turret AI (in coffee maker)
4 Hellfire bombs
a bottle of the finest Martian Fields ale
Money: 370
[12]
Pathos, apparently drunk, wobbles onto the scene with a grin.
"Hol' on boys. I got dis."
He plugs his cube into the wall and types away on his holo keyboard for a few minutes. He doesn't do this the normal way of course, he sort of leans and jerks around and moves in exaggerated ways like he's playing a high energy piano solo instead of typing. Finally he slams a fist straight through the incorporeal keyboard and throws his hands out in triumph.
Immediately an alarm begins to sound and an automated voice comes on.
WARNING: PHASE INTERFACE SAFE BOUNDRIES EXCEEDED.
WARNING: UNKNOWN PHASE SPACE SELECTED.
WARNING: RECOMMENDED POWER USAGE EXCEEDED.
WARNING: SAFETY LIMITERS OVERRIDDEN.
WARNING: WARRANTY VOID.
WARNING: HR HAS BEEN CONTACTED.
Use sealing kit to help seal the door shut, starting at the bottom to seal it to the ground so it stops moving. Collect HELL Particles for later study
Name: Lyra
Physical Description: A 5 foot tall female human with pale skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes who weighs 110 pounds. She is 18 years old.
Background: She spent nearly every waking hour on learning as much as she can about diseases, mostly by taking the blood of a diseased animal, and putting it in a healthy animal of a different species to figure out if symptoms changed. Eventually she asked a person about a job, and it turned out that person works for OMNITECH, and she got hired as a Reclaimer
Life: d4
Attack: OMNITECH Foam Gun d4 doesn't do damage. When successful it immobilizes the target.multiple guns stack. Foam tank: d8
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d8
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: No Injuries
Inventory: OMNITECH isolation suit, OMNITECH Foam Gun, OMNITECH sealing kit, OMNITECH environmental hazard detector
Money: 0
[4]
Lyra, ignoring the repeated warnings, moves towards the large blast door and begins sealing it. Normally this would require the door to be closed correctly but she kicks the debris that is blocking it away and then proceeds pin it in place with several quick welds once it closes. Now immobile she proceeds to completely seal it, welding along the entire bottom and sides of the door until it can no longer be called a door. It is now more of a wall than anything.
Wear riot gear if possible (aka over my current suit).
Go check on the monster I gooped, is it secure still (don't get within clawing reach)? If not, goop it some more.
Could I try to use my sealing tool to weld that door shut, or will that not work due to the door moving all the time?
"Hey guys, maybe if I could weld that bloody door shut we won't have to deal with... whatever is hiding in there. The fact that the door keeps moving though isn't helping."
Name: Yagyu d'Aubigny
Physical Description: Slightly smaller than average, tanned, sideburns.
Background: Yagyu hates OMNITECH. But Yagyu likes money.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d6
Attack: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d10
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: leg in cast, under some painkillers.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Foam Gun (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack, ie three people using foam guns at once would be 3d4. Some targets immune.) Foam tank, d8 use die (now d4)
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
universal communicator
pack of gum, wallet with an omni-card and some children's photos
Money: 450
((You cannot))
"I think we're almost done here.. but.."
"Anyone want a stimpack?"
Give stimpacks to anyone who wants them.
If we're securing the other door, give cover with gun. If a creature appears, open fire. I'd cover with a baton, but really, really don't want to get stuck on the wrong side of that door.
If we're going in to kill it, take the front position and be ready to parry.
Name: Spuds McKenzie.
Physical Description: Looks fairly generic except for thick cycling thighs.
Life: d8 Stimmed! Bruised
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats
Str d6
Dex d4
Speed d6
End d6
Will d4
Kno d4
Fate d4
Skills:
Mel d8
Gun d6
Exp d6
Imp d4
Mec d4
Spe d4
Status:
Inventory:
Black Keycard
Riot suit (d6 Life)
Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 2 magazines (1 with d6 use die, one with d4.) Loaded with a d6 use die magazine.
Generic Security Baton (d4)
electrical behavior modification implant
Omni-light
Box of five stims
Money: 470
“Could we just seal the big blastdoor to lab 3?”
Follow the group, shoot what looks mean.
Name: Lance Bradley
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale. He had his eyes, hair, and fingernails permanently died purple.
Background: comes from a troubled past, that lead to crime, that then lead to lucrative crime, that lead to prison, that lead to a guy with a certain set of skills looking for a job.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/ d6 Fire-axe
Ammo:
Rifle (3 magazines)
Mini-cannon (3 magazines)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d10
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Inventory:
OMNITECH Gauss Mini-cannon (d4 attack/use)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (not on person)
Health Insurance Policy
FoF marker
Money: 300
Stay in the rear, patch people up and shoot monsters as needed.
Name: Heather Reid
Physical Description: Tall and lean. Her violet hair is tied into a ponytail.
Background: Heather signed up after her license was revoked due to unethical conduct, she may enjoy seeing blood and being able to shoot others a little too much.
Life: d2
Attack: d4 ranged Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d10
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: On aspirin
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x4 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (2 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
Unidentified implant
FoF marker
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Spare generic personal sidearm
Money: 500
Even with the door sealed, the sounds coming from beyond it are easily audible. They are however very complex so I will do my best to explain. Imagine a very large industrial fan. Imagine it spinning up to a speed so fast that you'd be worried that it was about to fly apart. Imagine your ear was pressed right up against the metal casing of this fan as it spun up to frightening RPMs. Now imagine there was a megavolt tesla coil going off right next to the other ear. Now imagine this was all happening on a space station and someone had just punctured a finger sized hole in the wall and all the atmosphere was being violently and noisily sucked out.
This is roughly what they hear coming from past the sealed door.
And it keeps getting louder.
And the walls appear to be bowing inwards and starting to heat up.
And scanners, those still working, would be registering all sorts of odd radiation and energy signatures.
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